Hannah was working not-so hard for the money at Grumpy’s, arguing with Ray over whether she had in fact coined the term “sexit,” when the good doctor walked in, asking to speak to the manager. Someone had been throwing the cafe’s trash in his cans, and he wanted it to stop. Ray took the complaint as a personal affront, seeing as he trained all of the staff personally, and things got heated, with Joshua storming out (but not before an odd and awe-inspiring demonstration of Ray’s corporal percussion skills). Hannah declared the working environment too toxic for her taste and followed after him.
By the time Hannah landed on Joshua’s well-maintained stoop, he’d already forgotten who she was. When she explained she had something to tell him, he invited her in, and despite her fears of a potential Ted Bundy situation, she strolled into his Nancy Meyers-movie-worthy home and accepted a glass of lemonade. It was then that she admitted she was to blame: She had lost the key to the Dumpster and was afraid to tell Ray, so she’d been tossing the cafe’s garbage into Joshua’s cans—a ritual she had begun to take some sort of bizarre pleasure in. And then, she kissed Joshua. And he kissed her back. “I’m so confused,” Hannah breathed, as Joshua hoisted her onto the kitchen counter. “Me too,” he replied.
After the two had sex, Joshua revealed that he’s technically still a married man—separated from his wife who moved back to San Diego. And with no further preamble, he asked Hannah if she liked steak and fired up the grill. Following what I can only imagine was the first homemade meal since her Thai food debacle, Hannah made to leave (clearly used to 20-something guys who “need their space”), but Joshua told her she could stay. Hannah asked him to beg, which he surprisingly did, and the two had sex once again.
The two called in sick the next morning, spending the day reading the New York Times and playing half-naked table tennis. And it was like Hannah was with a real man for the first time. Joshua was sensitive and kind and reassuring. But then she fainted in his too-steamy shower and let it all out: how she wanted to be happy, how she hadn’t thought she was one of those people who wanted to be happy, how she’d been taking on all of the experiences for everyone else, how she wanted all the things, how she was deeply, deeply lonely. And it was just too much for Joshua. His expression fell—just an inch—but it was enough for Hannah to notice.
She awoke, alone, in Joshua’s bed for the last time. (We think?) She lazed about his place, preparing breakfast and making the bed, before leaving—with trash bag in tow.
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